The Tutorial Is Too Hard

I feel foolish with the taste of blood in my mouth, whether my teeth are crushed.

Tears continue to flow with the sound of oppressed moaning.

The memories that illusions show, the feelings of the past that I feel in my head now.

They soon became the feelings of the present, not the past.

Grab the knife that was on the ground with your trembling hands.

I stabbed the blade into my thigh with all my might.

Blood splashes across my face, and I feel a familiar pain.

This sharp, but somewhat familiar pain awakens the reality.

That's just a memory of the past.

I'm just under attack right here in the fucking tutorial.

It's past. It's past.

You pick up the knife again and stab your leg.

Yes, it's no different from this pain.

It's just a process of enduring, gaining skills, and getting stronger.

In the past, I lived with guilt and regret because of that memory, destroying myself.

He turned his back on the future and looked only into the past, holding a bottle in his hand.

But it has to be different now.

Soft - Once again, the blade is embedded into the muscles of the leg.

It is my past that cannot be denied or undone.

Before, I was consumed by memories of my past.

It will now be a platform for my growth.

It's my guilt, my regret, my fault.

That memory is now approaching in the form of a tutorial trial.

We can no longer just deny, turn away, and avoid.

It's time to face that memory and bear it.

I made a commitment.

I'm still shaking with tears, and my head is dizzy, and I'm vomiting.

The thought of denying that memory, the thought of wanting to stop that illusion.

I feel like reaching out to the portal and running away.

The emotion in my head is once again filled with anger.

You bastards.

I do all kinds of crazy shit.

I'll make it to the end.

The memory in the vision changed.

My memory of my father, which lasted for decades, maybe even hours, was finally over.

The hallucinations that have appeared this time are in professional gaming, or just prior to retirement.

[He was definitely a great player. Your career is no joke. But that was before my debut, wasn't it? Lee Ho-jae is a really talented player, but that's it. Let me show you how those who work hard can defeat genius.]

You son of a bitch.

It's unbelievably rude to interview a minor before a game.

He blabbed as if I were a lazy athlete who doesn't even practice.

A few days before the start of the game, the debate about the interview took place in the gaming community and the results of the game focused on everyone's attention.

And I was defeated.

The fantasy changed and reflected on me on the day of the game, after all the matches were over and I lost.

The humiliation, shame, defeat, anger and annoyance I felt while looking at the opponent's winning ceremony in a confined booth.

I feel hostile at the time.

I picked up the knife again, stirring the flesh of my legs thinly.

I focused on one emotion called anger rather than being swept away by the whirlpool of fantasy emotions.

I'll show you how far I can go if I stand up to evil.

I need to see the end of this Resistance to Mental Attack.

* * *

I pulled the jerky out of my inventory and chewed the thistles.

I'm a little dizzy because I shed too much tears or because I've lost too much blood.

I still have visions of memories in my head.

You can't see the current time message, so you don't know how long it's been since you entered this boss room.

Of course, three hours had passed.

There's a portal created to get out of this boss room.

But I don't want to just walk out of here.

The memory of my father, of my professional gamer days, of my academic years has already been repeated many times.

I felt sorry for my family and colleagues in that memory, especially my father, rather than pain.

You'd hate it if you knew they were being used and remembered for this kind of cruelty.

It is not an illusion that I make, but an illusion that is being made because of me.

Now strange things that I saw in my childhood nightmares are coming out and killing my limbs.

That's what it feels like when your limbs are torn.

Well, nothing special.

That vision is now called my memory, by the way.

Half the world is creative.

At the end of this vision, what will I remember?

The memory of the tutorial has already appeared.

I was worried that my parents would scold me or have nightmares when I was little.

In fact, what bothers me now is not that boring hallucination, but people with voyeurism who are showing too much attention to me.

[The god of adventure marvels at you.]

[The god of cynicism is curious about you.]

[The Warrior God is interested in you.]

[The god of slowness praises you for your will.]

[The Lord of Light is interested in you.]

[The god of dedication grieves you.]

Some of you still feel sorry for me.

There have been repeated messages like this before.

I didn't know there were so many gods besides the God of Adventure.

I think I'm almost out of heat.

I was thinking differently, and messages were blurred out with a loud tone of notification in my head.

[Congratulations. You have completely conquered the last gate on the second floor for the first time.]

[Psychological Contamination Immunity Lv.1 has been obtained.]

[All Statuses increase by 5.]

[Fear Resistance Lv1, Impairment Resistance Lv.1, Hallucination Resistance Lv.2, Confusion Resistance Lv.2 are integrated into Psychological Contamination Immunity Lv.1.]

[You have cleared the second floor of the Tutorial Hell difficulty level.]

[Heals all status conditions and injuries.]

[You won 1,000 points as a Clear Reward.]

[You won 1,000 points as the first clear reward.]

[There are many gods who have a positive reaction to you. You have earned 5,500 points.]

[There are many gods who have a negative reaction to you. 400 points will be deducted.]

You're done.

It was a really long and long boss room.

The information to be recounted is Gateway Conquest and Contaminated Immunity Skills, and the reaction of the gods.

I'll think about it later, but the message is still coming.

[Gives additional rewards based on play history.]

[The god of slowness wishes to present some of his powers in exchange for an additional reward. Accept?]

……?

Power?

Power?

My head stopped for a moment because of the unexpected deployment.

Yeah, yeah. Yes. Accept. Please, please!

[Blinking Pearl Lv. You got MAX.]

Blinking Beauty...

Let's read the message slowly again.

“Status window.”

[Psychotropic Immunity (Lv.1)]

Description: Immune to all types of mental contamination below a certain level.

Combines four new immunity skills from the boss room.

In normal games, the most dangerous thing for a physical warrior like me is a mental mezgi.

A skill that seems to be a deterrent to such psychological attacks.

Not even immunity. Immunity.

That's nice.

[Blinking Peasant (Lv. Max)]

Description: It is part of the power that Slow God favors the patient and the patient has given her for the challenger who may become her apostle.

If the gift of the power of the slow god turns his back on her, she may be greatly vomited.

... What kind of skill is this?

It's an explanatory threat.

It wasn't just a gift, it was a big one.

Can't I get this back...?

What kind of skill is this, anyway?

Why isn't there a single true explanation?

[The god of adventure disappoints you.]

What's wrong with him?

I should ask Kirikiri about the gods.

And... conquest of the Gateway.

Is this Gateway confined to the Boss Room Trap?

If the reward for conquest is a good skill acquisition, such as psychological contamination immunity, you should try to conquer the Gateway as often as possible in the future.

After clearing my mind, I loosened my frown, avoiding my base.

And on the blood-soaked floor of my stabbed leg.

I sat quietly for a moment.

It's peaceful.

I think if I keep practicing like this, I might be able to be enthusiastic.

I feel calm after crying for a long time.

Maybe it's because he actually burst into tears.

Or is it the effect of a new psychocontaminated immunity?

Maybe it was because he realized that he had grown further beyond the hardship.

[2nd Day 23, 21: 20]

Mmm-hmm.

... It's been three days.

I didn't expect so much time to pass.

I thought it had been a day or so.

Somehow I'm still hungry.

All right, we're done here.

It's time to leave the boss' room on the second floor.

You take a few steps to reach the portal created in the corner.

Move.

The blue garden that I had seen before was the one where my vision was briefly whitened.

And...

“Hello! Long time no see! Nice to meet you!”

It was Kirikiri, the white rabbit girl who welcomed me jumping up and down.